SUITE F. SUNDAY? PROBABLY?

[swarmoflies]

[Sette had just been on a plane for almost twelve hours. She was tired, jetlagged, cranky, and she hadn't ever wanted to come to this stupid school in the first place. Meaning, of course, that she was in the perfect mood to meet her suitemate.]

[She opened the door violently, and began dragging her hefty suitcase inside. Her tired fingers lost their grip on the suitcase's handle and dropped it on her toe, sending pain shooting up her foot. What followed is a lengthy stream of invective directed at the suitcase, the floor, the building's architect, gravity, and the world in general, peppered with obscenities both casual and imaginative.]

[She neither noticed nor cared that someone else was in the suite's common area with her.]

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[ There is a small girl in the common area - one that looks almost like a porcelain doll if not for the fact that, well, she's actually moving. Her eyes immediately seem to light up in surprise as she sees her suitemate... before noticing her grumpiness.

Maybe she just needs a little cheering up. Which is what she plans to do as she hops off of her couch, raising her arms up in the air with clear enthusiasm. ]

Hooray! I'm not alone this year! [ Because clearly having a suitemate this year is a good thing. ]

[swarmoflies]

[Sette looks up from her swollen toe, pausing a moment in her stream of cursing. What the hell? They said she'd be sharing her suite with another student, but...}

The hell? Are you even old enough t'go to this school?

[worldcup]

Does age even matter? [ She's just going to ignore Sette's cursing with a shrug because ha, ha, do you honestly think she's just going to give her age that easily? Of course not. ]

[swarmoflies]

's bad enough I get sent all the way across the world to some school for magical blokes, now I gotta share space with a brat half me size? Fuck all this.

[She resumes lugging her suitcase into the common area.]

Which room's yours?

[worldcup]

[ Dryly, she responds, pointing to the exact room she's in. ]

That one.

[swarmoflies]

Then I'm takin' the other, and I'll thank you to keep out from underfoot.

[worldcup]

... That's fine.

[swarmoflies]

[Sette drags the suitcase into her room and drops it on the ground. If Ilya hasn't already noticed the tail sticking out from a small hole in the back of her jeans, it'll become pretty obvious as she walks past.]

What's your name, anyway?

[worldcup]

[ When Sette asks for her name, she takes the edges of her skirt to bow politely in a curtsy. ]

My name is Illyasviel von Einzbern. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[swarmoflies]

There's no way I'm calling you that. You got a handle?

[worldcup]

If it's really that hard for you, feel free to call me "Illya".

[swarmoflies]

Fine. You can call me Sette. Or "Princess Sette Frummagem von Tinklebottom", if ya want to use me full title.

[She opens her mouth wide in a jaw-cracking yawn. Her whole body feels incredibly sluggish. Time for bed. Never mind that the sun's not even down yet, jet lag's hitting her like a truck.]

[She starts to take off her jeans, a process made somewhat more involved by the need to thread her tail through the hole in the back of them. Don't worry your little virgin eyes, though, Ilya, she's got boxers on under them, similarly modified to accommodate her tail.]

Now, I'm gonna go sleep for a week. Wake me, and I'll pee on everything you love.

[worldcup]

Oh, I'll make sure to wake you.

[ You think she's scared of a little threat like that? She's not. Especially considering that the only things that she loves that she actually brought with her are her stuffed animals. And she's willing to fight over them. ]

[swarmoflies]

...just try me. I've got an astonishin' bladder.

[And then wham Sette closes the door to her room in Illya's face and staggers over towards her bed.

[worldcup]

Hey! That's not fair! You didn't even get to let me finish!

[ How rude... ]